Standing precariously amidst the portable DVD player, a box of remotes, unused backpacks and the kids board games, I tried to see the sought-after box.

As I started to move some things around I could feel the frustration building.

And then I lost my balance, barely catching myself but banging my head against the wall.

And then I lost my mind.

I started picking up empty boxes and hurling them out of the closet. Along with several empty backpacks. (You know, to get put somewhere else…ahem.)

Probably against his better judgment Mark came to see if I needed help.

I will leave out the rest of that conversation, but suffice it to say that I took out my frustrations on my poor hubby who was ready to load everything into the back of the van right there and haul it to Goodwill. Which I was tempted to let him do except a lot of the stuff needs to go on e-bay.

STUFF drives me nuts. Specifically UNUSED stuff.

And CLUTTER.

You know those neat little IKEA showrooms where everything is put away in color-coordinated boxes and displayed on shelves in just the right way? Yeah, that makes me all warm and fuzzy.

Now that we don’t have money fights this, quite honestly, is probably the area where Mark and I struggle the most.

Usually I don’t throw things though.

Sorry honey!

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That is something I can’t stand–clutter. It drives me nuts. I get in trouble for throwing out things, but if it’s not put away, it’s free game since I’m the main cleaner. Luke and the kids are learning to put their stuff away or they’ll lose it.